Losyngerie in the Devilles mouth (9/?)whit_meruleMay 17 2012, 08:56:41 UTC
[I'm sorry.This is really not bending itself properly to the whole comment-fic length thing.]
“Hey, Cas. What’s with the Dean-avoidance?” Sam tossed Castiel a large packet of rolled oats for the shopping basket, and Castiel peered at it with benevolent curiosity. “I mean, you’re sitting around with me like there’s nowhere else you’re ever gonna need to be, then Dean comes to the door and you make like a tree.”
Castiel smiled at him, a little vacantly, and made a thoughtful noise. “Cats,” he pronounced after a moment.
“I don’t follow you, man.”
Lucifer lifted an eye delicately in their direction, smirked to himself, and went back to reading food labels as if they were particularly interesting bugs. Sam ignored him.
“I didn’t follow you either,” Castiel pointed out serenely. Hold on. Was he playing up this whole spaced-out thing as a reproachSam gave him a Look, and some canned vegetables. He was pretty sure he wasn’t imagining the half twinkle under those sly dark lashes
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Re: Losyngerie in the Devilles mouth (9/?)whit_meruleMay 17 2012, 11:05:35 UTC
Likewise. *eyes the wayward boys*
Lucifer. Sam. Cas. Stoppit. I have OTHER FIC to write.
... granted, in that fic, Lucifer is dead and Sam is stuck in canine form and Castiel is elsewhere for weeks, so I can see why they might collectively have ulterior motives here.
“Hey, Cas. What’s with the Dean-avoidance?” Sam tossed Castiel a large packet of rolled oats for the shopping basket, and Castiel peered at it with benevolent curiosity. “I mean, you’re sitting around with me like there’s nowhere else you’re ever gonna need to be, then Dean comes to the door and you make like a tree.”
Castiel smiled at him, a little vacantly, and made a thoughtful noise. “Cats,” he pronounced after a moment.
“I don’t follow you, man.”
Lucifer lifted an eye delicately in their direction, smirked to himself, and went back to reading food labels as if they were particularly interesting bugs. Sam ignored him.
“I didn’t follow you either,” Castiel pointed out serenely. Hold on. Was he playing up this whole spaced-out thing as a reproachSam gave him a Look, and some canned vegetables. He was pretty sure he wasn’t imagining the half twinkle under those sly dark lashes ( ... )
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Lucifer. Sam. Cas. Stoppit. I have OTHER FIC to write.
... granted, in that fic, Lucifer is dead and Sam is stuck in canine form and Castiel is elsewhere for weeks, so I can see why they might collectively have ulterior motives here.
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